Page 58 of Mafia Heiress
“You’ll see. It’s gonna be an amazing night.” His smirk tells me everything I need to know. We’re going to get into some serious trouble.
* * *
A fog is comingover the river as we step onto the yacht. The captain and his first-mate greet us as we climb aboard.
“Mr. Moretti, Mr. Imperezza, how are you this evening?” he asks, bowing.
“Very good, Anthony. Let’s get this party started!” Ciro yells, leading me further into the yacht.
There are a bunch of guys there that I don’t know, but no sign of Marcello. I make nice and introduce myself to everyone, noticing that Cal and Frankie are in attendance also. It was good to send Jack’s brothers with us, especially since I’ve never spent time with them.
I walk over to Cal and shake his hand. “Thanks for coming.”
“Yeah, I figured I’d meet you before the wedding since you’re marrying my sister.”
“It is a little odd considering the circumstances, but know that I have your sister’s best interests at heart.”
He nods and takes a swig of his beer. “Definitely since Ciro and Marcello are here. Were you friends before or is something else going on?”
Searching his face for a tell, I can’t see one. He could be genuinely concerned for his sister or he could be fishing for something to use against her. At this point, I wouldn’t put it past him. If it’s one thing I learned from being in this competition, it’s to not trust the ones who seem like they are the ones you can.
“Nothing’s going on. They’re here to support me. We became friends this last month.”
He’s not buying it. I can see the doubt creeping up on his face and the micro frown that comes over him. “There’s something else going on here. No way you’re all in the same room because you became ‘friends’.”
“Hey, dick. Come have a drink,” Ciro yells from over on the other side of the bar.
“Catch you later, Cal,” I say, before making my way over to the shot glass that’s waiting for me in Ciro’s outstretched hand.
“What is that little douche saying?” he asks.
“He wants to know why you’re here. He thinks it’s weird,” I reply, downing the shot of tequila and shivering before putting a lime in my mouth.
“Cal’s as nosy as a fucking grandma. He doesn’t leave shit alone. That’s why he’s not in the crew yet. His father can’t stand him.”
“Jesus, for real? No offense but Arturo sounds like a dick.”
“He is. Jack will be a better boss. Plus we get to fuck her.”
“Shut your mouth. People are gonna hear.”
I pour another two shots into our glasses and bang it back before he gets a chance to pick his up. This night is starting out to be fucking amazing.
Marcello walks on board three hours later. His suit is a mess and it looks as if he’s been drinking already. Ciro meets him at the door, they exchange words, but I’m too far away to hear what they’re saying. It can’t be good.
I make my way through the crowd, nodding to the other guests as I reach them. Ciro gestures for me to follow them into one of the bedrooms on the boat.
“What’s going on?” I ask, closing the door behind me.
Marcello plops on the bed and Ciro hovers over him to the side.
“Ask thisstronzowhat’s going on. He’s a fucking mess,” Ciro says, giving Marcello an icy stare.
“Fuck you. It’s not so simple,” Marcello says with a slur.
“Then make it simple,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. This shit is starting to piss me off. He’s got something he’s hiding and we need to know before the wedding.
“I love her. I’ve loved her since we were kids. I’ll never love anyone else,” he says, throwing himself back on the bed.
